Music: Ernesto Cortazar Serenade under the moon The Bearing The Bearing

Does it matter anymore, those long days of effort to fight in vain for idealism and freedom?

Is it useless trying to devote the time of my life searching for the power of wisdom?

Does it matter anymore for the lost motherland, I once treasured on endless nights and bored?

Is it somewhat meaningless to build castles in the sand when all the dreams are for brighter shores?

Does it matter anymore for all struggles to cope, to live a better life and to “keep the faith”,

then to overcome obstacles in the new land with hope, but finally to realize it doesn’t matter because it’s too late?

As time gone by taking along what has been set and done, it really matters for me to depart this life as a free person.

by THONG BA LE Does it matter anymore, those long days of effort to fight in vain for idealism and freedom? Is it useless trying to devote the time of my life searching for the power of wisdom? Does it matter anymore for the lost motherland I once treasured on endless nights and bored? Is it somewhat meaningless to build castles in the sand when all the dreams are for brighter shores? Does it matter anymore for all struggles to cope, to live a better life and to “keep the faith,” then to overcome obstacles in the new land with hope, but finally to realize it doesn’t matter because it’s too late? As time gone by taking along what has been set and done, it really matters for me to depart this life as a free person A creation of MINHTHONG.NET The Bearing The Bearing